there aren't a lot of
roads to run here;
circular happenstance
of an island. trapped
inside a viewpoint:
this telescope of doubt
magnifies every vibrant
leaf. i have to be where
the dead things grow. where
snow silences frozen footsteps
and trees whisper to their
children what spring feels like.
stretching my branches out;
i will fly home. i'm not finished
yet. i made a promise. i follow
hearts a plenty and draw mediocre
sketches on graphing paper. these
blocks of wood don't mystify me and
i need my lakes back.
Author notes
happy birthday tomorrow.
also my two year anniversary with my boyfriend is tomorrow.
also this is about going home. it ended up being short.
A contest entry
- journey by autarky.
900 points, ended November 21, 2008, 15 entries
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i agree with hilly, that part was amazing. and that last line.
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i have to be where
the dead things grow.
lovedddddddddddd that part. -
"i have to be where
the dead things grow. where snow silences frozen footsteps and trees whisper to their children what spring feels like.".. my favorite lines ..many might think dead things = down and depressing but i find this uplifting and hopeful.
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there is something about this, which i cannot describe with efficiency, but this one really did something to me.
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you got it.
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